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addandsubtract: name three fic ideas you think I will never, ever, ever write. in return, I will attempt to write a snippet of (at least) one of them. OR, prompt me things that are prompt-like, and I will try to write things which are hopefully fic-like. RUN, DON'T WALK.
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It's Venice and Arthur is Romeo climbing the trellis
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To be honest, Eames hadn't even been able to get a clear look at Arthur's face during this first semester because it was so often buried in his hands or ducked low as he massaged his sinuses.
Now that Eames is a junior, he's moved up to the 12am-2am slot and has at least two listeners, as evidenced by the nightly phone calls he gets from Yusuf and Ariadne. Sometimes they get into involved conversations while on air, and then Eames has to hang up when Arthur repeatedly slices his index finger across his throat. Like tonight.
"I have to cut you off there, Ariadne. My producer is making dirty gestures, I think he wants to see me in the other room. Thanks for calling in," Eames says into the mic.
Arthur's glare could quite possibly laser right through the glass partition and burn a hole through Eames. Although it's caveman-like and completely irrational, Eames feels elated whenever he has Arthur's attention in any way.
"This one is for you, Arthur," Eames says before cueing up something from the Ed Banger Records pile. Arthur despises anything from Ed Banger Records.
Arthur crosses his arms, but he doesn't move. With a broad smile, Eames slides his headphones down so that they're hooked around his neck, then leans back in his chair and spins back and forth. It's only 12:17; the night has yet to start.
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For sixteen weeks, Eames had spent most of the first hour just playing around with various sound effects and narrating what Arthur was doing at that moment. The second hour consisted of music that would make people want to hook up a strobe light and drop some acid instead of turning their lights down low.
This made me laugh so hard. I bet you did Eames, I bet you did.
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I don't know why this part is my favorite but it's fantastic:
Sometimes they get into involved conversations while on air, and then Eames has to hang up when Arthur repeatedly slices his index finger across his throat. Like tonight.
"I have to cut you off there, Ariadne. My producer is making dirty gestures, I think he wants to see me in the other room. Thanks for calling in," Eames says into the mic.
There needs to be more of this like yesterday
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Install a Dimmer, Because You're Gonna Want to Turn The Lights Down Low -- AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Eames.
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on my radio show x those are not my ears they are headphones xx
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